Kyle and Macedone were racing through the woods towards the clearing where Nina stood. She caught glimpses of them through the trees; a flash of white mane, a booted foot in a stirrup, glints of blue and amber amid brown and white patches of horsehair. Macedone nickering as he ran, calling to her horse Black who called back, but didn't move. She would not leave Nina's side. Nina stood frozen to the spot. How was she going to face Kyle with memories of his lies? How could she face him after leaving like she did? She had been angry, but now all she felt was blessed relief. Jack had saved her from the Frenchman, but could Kyle save her from the past?